The thing you need to understand about Hunter Clarington is, he's a charming bastard. He walks into school and without 'swag' ever being mentioned, you just know that he's clued in. That he could order an entire year of Dalton boys to stand in silence at the click of a finger… because Hunter understands how high school works. He's privy to the secrets and subterfuge of teenage boys. After all, Clarington was no stranger to the hidden ways of men.

It's so strange to think back to that day – that very first day. He was just like any normal kid on his first day – shy, vulnerable, a tiny fish in a huge ocean.

And thank God for that first day. It enabled us to see through all that military pomp and circumstance. Through the arrogance he'd been brainwashed into using like a security blanket. Through both the brains and the brawn.

Because, those first days, he let us in. And we saw him for what he truly was – a scared, hurt little boy.

Just like the rest of us.

And that would never change.


Hi guys!

My apologies for taking so long to get this up! Uni's making it really difficult for me to write, and I'm involved in a writing project - Between Friends - which updates every week. Plus, I've been battling with writer's block - especially related to Hunter. But, I was sitting at uni and this popped into my head... and hopefully it'll spur more in the not-so-distant future!

Thank you to everyone that's read this! Hopefully I haven't lost too many of you! And shout-outs to ficdirectory, Tara621, xxCullenxx96, livcrew, Different Child, PenMagic, Eliros, Eraman and Carbon65!

Like it? Hate it? Want the walls to come tumbling down in the city that we love? Please let me know!

Keep smiling! :D